Ain't that a kick in the head?

zephyr

"I'm sure there's other ways y'can make it up to me." For someone who professes to trying not to flirt with the girl, you're doing a shit job of not flirting with the girl. But who can blame you? She knows what she has, and what she's doing, and there's a stirring in your groin that any man might feel in response to the way she moves her fingers and hips, dark eyes hinged upon your lips.

And when she rises up to you, who can blame you if you lean forward imperceptibly, aching to fill that space with your bodies? Can she feel the heat of your desire, the erection not-so-subtly growing in your loose fitting trousers? It would be so easy to grab that lithe body and push it onto the table, press aside the maps and mess and take her right there-

She moves away before your lizard brain can overcome your common sense, leaving your fingers twitching and your cock still half-hard. You clear your throat and turn back to the table, pointedly not looking at Eloise as you attempt to compose yourself. "'Fore it gets dark, ideally." Business, not pleasure. "Not that the dark'll make much'uva difference, given' t'activities we got planned."

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still